Coded Language Lryics

🎶 Title: "Coded Language" 🎶 (Laid-back, jazzy boom-bap beat with eerie synths and heavy bass kicks.) [Verse 1] I been scribblin’ scriptures in hieroglyph ink, Every verse like a mirror, make a coward rethink. Took the shackles off my mind, now the chains just clink, Every step I take echoes where the lost ones sink. City lights flicker like a broke Morse code, Talk in symbols, I don’t do no forced mode. I ain’t preachin’ hope, I just expose what’s sold, They wrap lies in gold, then resell what’s old. [Verse 2] Tongue sharp, cut a silhouette through the static, Heartbeat drummin’ like a semi-automatic. Silk words touch a wound like a bandage, But I still keep the hammer tucked—just for balance. They pray in designer but sin in the alleys, Live fast, but the reaper don’t tally. Play roulette with their soul in a caddy, Headlights blink twice, then fade like a ballad. [Hook] Speak in coded language, can you read between the lines? Streets whisper truth, but they cover it with lies. Do you see the signals? Or you blinkin’ both eyes? Tryna crack the cipher ‘fore my soul digitize. [Verse 3] I been shadowboxin’ demons in a room full of halos, Gold chains swing like a pendulum of fables. They pourin’ champagne on a pyramid of pesos, While my people pourin’ prayers, hopin’ fate ain't fatal. Blood on the leaves, but the roots still deep, If knowledge is the fruit, why they tryna kill the seeds? They don't wanna see a rose grow up out the concrete, So they flood the block and watch the thorns take the streets. [Verse 4] I ain't talkin’ 'bout riches when I say I need a safe, I’m talkin’ 'bout a spot where my soul won’t break. Too many play the game just to sell their own fate, A hundred bands on the casket, but they still too late. Silence got a price tag, and they pay in regrets, Fake love burn quicker than a cigarette bet. They disguise the noose as a diamond-link set, A chain is still a chain, dawg, don’t ever forget. [Hook] Speak in coded language, can you read between the lines? Streets whisper truth, but they cover it with lies. Do you see the signals? Or you blinkin’ both eyes? Tryna crack the cipher ‘fore my soul digitize. [Verse 5] God pen heavy, let the ink form waves, Carve scriptures in the air, let the wind turn the page. Every bar like a chisel, takin’ cracks at the cage, I ain't tryna make a hit, I'm just tryna make a change. They see wealth in the chains, I see wealth in the name, They see worth in the fame, I see worth in the pain. I ain't runnin’ for the crown, let the kingdom remain, Rather build my own throne where the lost ones reign.